NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 306 306: Hey, Boy… Step Outside, Why Don’t Ya?

The leading vehicle screeched to a halt, its door flying open as a hulking brute emerged, his rippling muscles screaming raw menace.

Tattoos snaked across half his shaved skull, paired with a jagged scar slicing down his right cheek.

No sooner had he shown himself than a swarm of goons piled out from the encircling rides, clutching bats, pipes, and blades while closing ranks around the trio of cars carrying Oliver and his crew.

This sight sent chills through Maya. She seized Oliver's hand, her body quaking in panic. "What's going on? Who are these people? Why are they after us?"

Anxiety twisted Linda's features. Nothing like this had ever pierced her bubble of safety. Sheltered her whole life from any real threat, the sight of weapon-wielding thugs now filled her with bone-deep dread for her fate.

The folks in the trailing vehicles shared the same mounting terror, minds racing with fears of a syndicate snatch job.

Oliver eyed the frontman with a scowl, puzzling over his identity. Whoever he was, violence hung heavy in the air.

"Hey, boy, step outside, why don't ya?" The boss bellowed, smirking boldly at Oliver. "I'm sure you know what I've come for, don't you? If you get out of the car right now and cooperate with us, I won't harm your little whores. But if you refuse me, then it's all over for you and your girls!"

"Hahaha, Boss, what do you mean by this?" One thug guffawed. "Why don't we have some fun with these pretty ladies as well, eh? They're gonna look so sexy begging for mercy as we make them our personal toys and pound their tight bodies all night long!"

His words ignited roars of laughter and piercing whistles from the pack encircling the cars.

A few licked their chops and groped their bulges with lustful glee, ogling the stunning women trapped inside.

Oliver's jaw tightened at the vile taunts, then he snapped at the driver upfront. "Drive! Just ram the car through them! I know this vehicle has high security and an iron plating covering the body."

The driver shot Oliver a quick look and nodded firmly. "Yes, sir, I'll do that."

He stomped the gas without hesitation, tires shrieking as the beast of a car roared ahead.

Goons closest to it leaped aside at the last instant, dodging crushing doom by mere inches.

The lead thug's face twisted in rage as he too barely evaded the charging vehicle barreling straight at him.

BOOM! BOOM! BANG!

The car plowed headlong into the blocking rides, unleashing thunderous crashes of twisting steel and exploding glass shards flying wild.

Like a demolition hammer, it pulverized the obstructing car, flinging it yards away to slam into the pavement.

Meanwhile, the other two cars tailed it closely, speeding from the chaos and kicking up gravel in the thugs' faces.

Snapping from his daze, the boss roared obscenities at the fleeing group. "Fuck! Stop them! Don't let them get away!"

His crew sprang into action, scrambling into their wheels and gunning after the prey with desperate speed.

A blistering pursuit kicked off, pursuers hounding the three escape cars weaving furiously through oncoming traffic.

It was a highway chase at its finest.

The fugitives' trio dodged and overtook traffic with sharp swerves, as enemy rides pushed hard to reel them in.

After relentless tailing, the boss saw their edge slipping. "Dammit! Take out your guns and shoot their tires! That's the only way we can stop them!"

His men yanked pistols from coats and unleashed volleys at the fleeing tires while paralleling them.

Bang-bang-bang! Bullets streaked and struck true, tires rupturing in explosive hisses.

Tires shredded, the cars spun out of control, fishtailing wildly as screams filled the cabins and doom flashed in minds.

"AHHHH!! Oliver!" Maya shrieked, fingers white-knuckling the door as she clung desperately.

Fortune smiled—the driver was a master at high-stakes wheelwork, steadying the skid without flipping or smashing into others.

The other pairs handled it likewise, pro drivers averting disaster.

Yet with tires trashed beyond salvage, all three rigs limped to the shoulder, pursuers pouncing without pause.

Spotting victory, the boss vaulted from his ride, howling in triumph. "Gotcha, fuckers! You're not getting away this time! You thought you could escape our grasp like that?"